 | William Shakespeare - 1798 - 442 páginas
...night, And pall thee in the dunneft fmoke of hell ! That my keen knife fee not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold ! Great Glami? ! worthy Cawdor ! Enter MACBETH. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter ! Thy... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 558 páginas
...night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife see not the wound it makes; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold! Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor ! Enter Macbeth. The future in the instant. Mac. My dearest love, Duncan... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 412 páginas
...night, And pall 8 thee in the dunnest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife " see not the wound it makes; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, Hold! Great Glamis ! worth/ Cawdor ! i « Murderous. ^ Pity. 8 Wrap as in a mantle. Enter MACBETH. Greater... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 454 páginas
...night, And pall thee8 in the dunnest smoke of hell! That my keen knife9 see not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold! Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor Ii to the messenger and the raven) had deprived the one of speech, and... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1805 - 954 páginas
...and loosely woven, spread commonly upon a bed, over the linen sheet, for the procurement of warmth. Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry hold! hold! Sbahpeare. The abilities of man must fall short on one side or other, like too scanty a blanket when... | |
 | John Howe Baron Chedworth - 1805 - 392 páginas
...night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold ! I think the objections in the Rambler to the •words knife and dun are ill founded. P. 504.— 301.—... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 442 páginas
...night, And pall theeH in the dunnest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife9 see not the wound it makes; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold! Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor I1 to the messenger and the raven) had deprived the one of speech, and... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 432 páginas
...night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold " / Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor50! Enter MACBETH. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter ! Thy... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - 424 páginas
...thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell! That my keen knife see not the wound it makes; Nor Heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, " Hold, hold ! " Enter MACBETH. Thy letters have transported me beyond This ignorant present, and I feel now The... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1808 - 432 páginas
...night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ; Nor Heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, « Hold, hold ! " Enter MACBETH. Groat Glamis ! worthy Cawdor! Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter ! Thy... | |
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You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry 'Hold, hold! 
